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Jeongin looked so desperate, his eyes big and wide as Bang Chan kissed him hard, nipping at his lip.
Jeongin moved up to wipe the blood that trickled from the bite, but it kept bleeding anyway.
Bang chan ran his tongue across Jeongin’s bottom lip, licking up the blood and stopping the bleeding with the pressure from another hard kiss.
“Channie..” He whimpered, holding onto the railing of the balcony behind him.
“Yes baby?” He said lowly, his voice was rough with arousal. Jeongin didn’t have anything real to say, he just wanted to feel Chan’s name on his lips again. He let out a strangled moan, to which Chan instantly swallowed with a kiss.
The silence was so loud. It was suffocating. They had just moved again, back to only two people per dorm. It was just them. That’s how it had been for weeks. There was so much unspoken tension.
The way Chan would wrap his arms around Jeongin off camera. When he would gently peck at Jeongin’s neck when he was busy. How close they always were.
It was only behind closed doors.
In front of the others, he was only his usual clingy self, but it still felt like.. more. Every touch was heavy. It felt like it grounded Jeongin. Everything had felt so real, so breathtaking. So heightening.
Lately, thats all it’s been.
Gentle kisses up his neck, hands around his waist.
Neither of them ever said anything about it. They were too scared to ruin what they had.
Chan had practically raised him. It hadn’t ever gotten this romantic. This.. sexual. There was too much tension. So much of it was unspoken.
Chan watched and helped him grow like a father. He even admitted to feeling like a dad of seven kids.
Lately, it felt different. Chan’s eyes lingered for too long. He looked so desperate. So hungry. Like he was yearning. Even if it was just to be close to Jeongin.
He was more than content when Jeongin would let him pull him into his lap as all eight of them hung out. Nobody was this clingy off camera.
“Minsung” was all just an act. They were close friends, and sure it had built a little tension, but they never did anything. Usually, everyone would always be touchy on camera, normal in real time.
The others started to notice the way Chan’s smile lasted too long, his eyes lingered on Jeongin even after he was done talking, and the way he laughed too hard at Jeongin’s jokes.
“You know.” Chan cut off Jeongin’s wandering mind as they kissed.
Jeongin’s eyes opened back up and he looked slightly up at Bang Chan because of the position they were in, Jeongin slumped, leaning against the railing.
“I always just saw you as my own.” He started again once he caught the younger boys attention. “Just another chaotic child of mine. We never talked much off camera, but got along either way..” He sighed, kissing Jeongin hard again with so much desperation before continuing.
“After all, you’re the youngest, and im the oldest. By four years. I saw you as a kid before i really looked at you Innie.” His eyes were filled with determination.
“You felt so grown up to me just recently at your birthday party. You’re like a flower i watched bloom.”
“Hyunnie..” Jeongin said quietly, his voice barely audible.
“I know.” He said softly. “Jeongin, ever since we’ve been around each other off camera, i feel like i’ve really met you. The real you. You’re so grown up now, so perfect.”
A wave of emotion hit Jeongin, and he teared up slightly.
“You’ve grown up so much Innie.” He whispered, kissing his nose, his neck, collarbones.. practically everywhere. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered against Jeongin’s ear, kissing the shell of it, before stepping back slightly, his arms still holding onto Jeongin like he would disappear if he let go.
“God, you’re so perfect.” Chan sighed, his voice was rough.
“Please, Jeongin, let me take you inside.” He said softly, holding both of Jeongin’s hands.
“Oh.. Okay hyung.” He said, his face a soft shade of pink now.
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They got inside, and Chan didn’t hesitate. He undressed Jeongin so gently like he was something fragile, like he’d break if he touched him too hard.
Once Jeongin was in nothing but boxers, Chan kissed from his nose to his waist, gently tearing off Jeongin’s boxers with his teeth, staring up at him with those tired, desperate eyes the whole time. Jeongin blushed hard, their eyes never breaking contact.
Chan undressed himself quickly, starting to get desperate. He grabbed lube from his nightstand, along with a condom.
He slid it on, lifting Jeongin’s legs onto his shoulders, squeezing lube onto his fingers and thrusting one in, gaining a moan from Jeongin, followed by a series of whimpers as he added another, fingering him without a second thought.
He eventually decided to pour lube on himself, thrusting into Jeongin with ease. He started slow and gentle, his hands roaming Jeongin, worshipping every part of his body. He couldn’t get enough of him. He swallowed every one of Innie’s moans with kisses, some deep and passionate, some light and sweet.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Chan whispered, wanting to make sure Jeongin was never uncomfortable.
With that, he sped up, thrusting deep into Jeongin, kissing his lips, face, check, neck, all of him. He left hickies all over Jeongin’s neck and waist, soft bite marks covering his shoulders. He cried out in pleasure over and over, getting louder as Chan hit his prostate over and over, pushing both of them over the edge.
Both of them panted heavily. The room felt stuffy, the window still open, pouring light from the city into it.
Jeongin looked so pretty in the soft light.
“Innie?” Bang Chan asked softly, pulling out of him and discarding the condom by throwing it into the trash next to his desk.
“Mmhm..?” Jeongin asked, whining as Chan pulled out of him.
“You’re so pretty.”
“Says you.” Jeongin teased with a big smile and a soft chuckle. His whole body felt numb. Light, even. Like he was floating.
Bang Chan laid down next to Jeongin, pulling him close into his arms and kissing him on the lips. It wasn’t innocent, but wasn’t with lust. It was genuine passion. Jeongin sighed happily, burying his face into Chan’s neck.
“I love you.” He said quietly.
“I love you too Innie.” Chan murmured back, before they both drifted to sleep.